One Wish

"So how was your weekend?" I ask David.

He stares up at the ceiling. "Let's see...Friday night, I got drunk." He sucks in his cheeks and glances sidelong at me. I am careful to keep my expression neutral. "Saturday, I slept all day. Sunday, I slept until one o'clock, got up, watched the Eagles game, then went back to bed." He tries to smile at me but I can tell how miserable his life must be.

I begin stroking the nape of his neck. "Do you mind me doing this?" I ask him.

"No! Not at all." He bites his lip. "I just never want to clock out at work," he admits. "I wish I could work every single day. It's the only time I'm happy." He slides down the booth to sit closer to me and I pull him into my arms, kissing his left temple.

"We have to figure out how we can get you to inseminate me," I whisper in his ear. He laughs, which is precisely the reaction I was aiming for. "I want to have your baby," I continue, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. "I want to have a piece of you all to myself forever."

He smiles and kisses me. He knows exactly what I mean, and he's not shocked or appalled. "Forever, huh?"

"Mmm-hmm."

He kisses me again. "Well, practicing is the fun part! We can practice as much as you want."

But it's something that I've thought about frequently...I've even thought about the lengths that I would go to in order to do it. How terrible is that? I want to have his baby. Not my husband's, not anyone else's. Just David's.

Even if I had to lie to everyone (even if I had to lie to David!) and pretend that the baby was really R.'s.

Even if I never saw or spoke to David again for the rest of my life.

If I knew for sure that I could get away with it and that no one would ever suspect...I would do it. I want to make a baby with David. I've never felt this way about anyone else.

I know I'm crazy.